- Genre: Billionaire/CEO
- Author: Svaqq16
- Chapters: 1
- Status: Ongoing
- Age Rating: 18+
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Ana lives trapped in a horrible marriage, because from day one her husband took off the mask of a perfect man and showed his reality. One day Ana agrees to go out with her best friend, there she meets an attractive man, she agrees to spend the night with him. Believing that she will never see him again Months later, she is torn between continuing with her destroyed marriage and starting from scratch, or ending it, leaving the country and rebuilding her life. Without warning and in the most unexpected way, he meets the guy from that night. That makes them more confused.
Ana looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, her house was full of people, most of whom were her husband's friends.
"You look so sexy in that lingerie."
Her mind couldn't stop torturing her with the WhatsApp messages she had read a couple of minutes ago.
Alberto and she had been married for more than four years. It was true that from the beginning her husband had shown her that he was not at all a prince charming, but from that to cheating on her a second time, she believed that at least he would not be so cynical.
Knock, knock, someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Ana, are you okay," Katy asked her best friend, as she had been locked in the bathroom for over half an hour.
The young woman touched her chest unable to deny how hurt she felt and as much as her mind tried to find some logic to those hot messages, the only explanation there was that Alberto was unfaithful to her.
"Yes," she replied and without further ado her eyes filled with tears.
Ana's sobs were audible and made Katy very worried.
"Ana, open the door What's going on," the blonde wanted to come up with concern, as it wasn't normal for her friend out of nowhere to start crying.
The young woman opened the door, she felt like a piece of shit. She wanted so badly to disappear from there.
"What have I done wrong?" She asked herself.
"What happened," Katy asked.
"Alberto gives me the horn," the woman said in a whisper and her eyes filled with tears again.
The blonde swallowed saliva, for it was by no means a secret how much of a womanizer her best friend's husband was. But she understood that Ana lived in a bubble, believing that Alberto was someone else.
"Ana, I'm so sorry," Katy managed to say, as her friend looked devastated. She hated not being good at comforting people.
"What am I going to do," Ana asked, more to herself.
"Try to be calm, your house is full of people," Katy advised, not convinced that that was the best thing to do, for if it were up to her she would smash Alberto's face in with broomsticks.
"I don't feel good, I don't want to go out."
"You know how Alberto is, if you don't go out he's going to get hysterical, the asshole," Katy clenched her fists, she felt like punching that asshole with her fists.
"I don't want to," said Ana, "I really don't feel like faking a smile anymore."
"I'll see what I can come up with," the blonde said. Then she left the bathroom.
When she was in front of everyone she explained that Ana was not feeling very well and that they would excuse her.
Alberto pretended to smile and after a few minutes went to look for Ana.
Katy and the other guests began to talk about vain things, such as the weather, the new movie that came out at the cinema or if they had gone out partying that last week.
Suddenly they began to hear the sound of shouting coming from the bathroom.
Some of Alberto's friends were whispering about how bold Ana was behaving. Several others laughed derisively.
Katy felt sick to her stomach, for it was more than obvious that most of the people in that room knew what kind of unfaithful dog Alberto Lacari was.
A couple of minutes later, Lacari came out of the bathroom and apologized to his guests, claiming that her husband's hormones were not very good.
His wife's best friend wanted to give him a big kick in the pants.
Most of the guests preferred to leave, while Katy waited patiently, as she wanted to go in again to comfort her best friend.
"I don't know if you haven't noticed, but the party is over," Alberto blurted out grumpily.
"Ana needs me."
"Ana needs you to stop warming her head," Lacari spat, leaning closer to Katy than usual.
"Ana needs to send you to fuck off," the blonde managed to say in disgust.
"Like that's possible," Lacari scoffed, "do me a favor and get the hell out of here."
"I'm leaving because I want to, little man," Katy said, gritting her teeth.
"Don't make me forget I'm in front of a lady, well, a woman," Alberto sneered.
"Same here," said Katy and walked out.
As soon as the house was empty.
Ana and Alberto began to hurl hundreds of insults at each other.
"You're an idiot and your lover was in this house What's on your mind?"
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, stop making things up," he excused himself, quite tired of his wife's behavior.
"Why did you do that, why did you have to go off with another woman, what did I do wrong?"
"Everything, Ana, you did everything wrong and I'm tired of having to repeat it," Alberto blurted out irritably.
The young brown-haired girl was stunned.
"Are you happy now," he asked. Then she left the house.
Ana was left alone, she sat on the sofa and began to cry bitterly, her white dress was stained, maybe it had been the watermelon water or the bottle of wine she almost threw on her husband's head.
Hours later her husband arrived, and they both behaved as if nothing had happened.
"What's for dinner," Alberto asked indifferently.
"Lasagna," Ana replied, avoiding eye contact with her husband.
"Serve me some, please," Alberto requested.
Ana obeyed. They both sat down at the table without looking at each other.
The young woman felt her eyelids heavy from crying for so long.
Alberto showed no sign of wanting to explain the messages his wife had found on his phone.
"Let's promise not to invade each other's privacy," he blurted out seriously.
Ana ducked her head; her husband was a shameless cynic. She got up from the table and ignored him for the rest of the day. Alberto was amazing, in the most disgusting way I knew.